Whenever I’m asked why I threw the snowball at Santa in ‘68, I tell them the truth. It was twenty-below and Franklin Field was full of snow. The Eagles were losing another one.

But that’s not the main reason.

This skinny dude with a scraggly beard was dragged from the stands to be a stand-in for Santa. First, we had a lousy football team, then the Eagles sent out a Santa imposter who’s half-drunk during a halftime parade. Of course, I’m going to throw a snowball at him.